Chapter 2
Le Divorce
"He got bad but she got mad,
he lowered her one more time
and she got even"
Matchbox Twenty, Loss, Strain & Butterflies
"What the hell are you doing?" Stella laughed as Mac lifted her off the ground and spun her around.
"Claire wants a divorce!" He said gleefully.
"What?" Her face sunk slightly and he put her back on the ground.
"She said if I loved you so much then she didn't want to be with me and she'd found someone new and… Yeah." He grinned. (That was the cleaned up version, what she said was more like "I guess you love your god damn whore and that's just FINE with me! I've got someone on the side too so just piss off already.")
"And you're okay with this?"
"If I think about it I feel like I've failed, I've always thought marriages were worth working at but I want to be with you."
"Are you sure?" She asked quietly as the insecure part of her trembled while waiting for the answer.
"Stella, I love you." He said and kissed her reassuringly.
"I love you too."
"Celebration tonight? Dinner at your place."
"No." Stella said firmly.
"Why not?" He asked and his face fell.
"Mac right now she has no proof of us. You could lose everything if she finds some. I mean how do you know that she hasn't got someone following us right now? Until the ink is dry you and I are best friends and nothing more…" She said it even though everything in her was telling her to give in, that he was already technically hers so she might as well celebrate with him but the logical part that said in a matter of weeks he would be all hers so she might as well wait and not get them into trouble won.
In fact, now that she thought about it, that little voice always won.
Damn you, little voice. She thought angrily.